[ as much as he is harping, Bigby would have surely called her if she dropped a bomb like that via text. he doesn't know this, of course, hence his reason for harping. it's a pointless thing to get angry about, really, but she didn't see him screaming at gas attendants regarding cigarettes of all things. ]

Who'd have thought doing your day-to-day with one arm would be a pain in the ass? I called you back as soon as I got it, Mrs. Wolf.

[ this is when he would use words like "asshole" or "dick", but he is speaking to his wife. the love of his life. he chooses more polite words. as she begins to grow more flustered and begins cursing more than he does, he knows something significant is waiting around the corner. Bigby remains miraculously quiet up until the part where she mentions marks on her back that have been there for some time.

another few moments pass consisting of nothing but voices in the station before Bigby responds. ]

Well, are you sure it wasn't― I haven't clipped my nails in a little while, Liz. Shit, I'm sorry―

[ he's honestly thinking that he is probably the reason she has something akin to "scars" on her back. Bigby is APOLOGIZING of all things until his phone dings and he gets a message. upon looking at what her scars supposedly are, he refrains from providing more silence. ]

―What the fuck is this?